The Excursion: A PoemEdward Moxon, 1836 - Всего страниц: 374 |
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age to age aught beauty behold beneath breath bright calm CHARLES LAMB cheerful clouds cottage course dark dead death delight doth dwell earth epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fancy fear feel fields firmament of heaven flowers frame Friend grace grave green grove hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills holy honoured hope hour human immortality JAMES MACKINTOSH labour less light living lofty lonely look mind mortal mountain muse nature nature's o'er pains passed Pastor peace pensive pity pleased pleasure praise pure rest rill rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate savage nations seat shade side sight silent smile smooth Solitary solitude sorrow soul sound spake spirit spot stood stream sublime tender things thoughts trees truth turned vale Vicar virtue voice walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words youth
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Стр. 11 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not ; in enjoyment it expired.
Стр. 156 - Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of Faith ; and there are times, I doubt not, when to you it doth impart Authentic tidings of invisible things; Of ebb and flow, and ever-during power; And central peace, subsisting at the heart Of endless agitation.
Стр. 327 - O for the coming of that glorious time When, prizing knowledge as her noblest wealth And best protection, this imperial realm, While she exacts allegiance, shall admit An obligation, on her part, to teach Them who are born to serve her and obey ; Binding herself by statute* to secure For all the children whom her soil maintains The rudiments of letters, and inform The mind with moral and religious truth...
Стр. xiii - Beauty — a living Presence of the earth, Surpassing the most fair ideal Forms Which craft of delicate Spirits hath composed From earth's materials — waits upon my steps ; Pitches her tents before me as I move, An hourly neighbour.
Стр. 146 - Towards the crescent moon, with grateful heart Called on the lovely wanderer who bestowed That timely light, to share his joyous sport ; And hence, a beaming goddess with her nymphs, Across the lawn and through the darksome grove (Not unaccompanied with tuneful notes By echo multiplied from rock or cave) Swept in the storm of chase, as moon and stars Glance rapidly along the clouded heaven, When winds are blowing strong.
Стр. 155 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Стр. 142 - There shall endure, — existence unexposed To the blind walk of mortal accident ; From diminution safe and weakening age ; While man grows old, and dwindles, and decays ; And countless generations of mankind Depart ; and leave no vestige where they trod.
Стр. 330 - In fresh abodes, their labour to renew; So the wide waters, open to the power, The will, the instincts, and appointed needs Of Britain, do invite her to cast off Her swarms, and in succession send them forth; Bound to establish new communities On every shore whose aspect favours hope Or bold adventure ; promising to skill And perseverance their deserved reward. —
Стр. xi - On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing in Solitude, I oft perceive Fair trains of imagery before me rise, Accompanied by feelings of delight Pure, or with no unpleasing sadness mixed; And I am conscious of affecting thoughts And dear remembrances, whose presence soothes Or elevates the Mind, intent to weigh 666 The good and evil of our mortal state.
Стр. 268 - Were working the broad bosom of the lake Into a thousand thousand sparkling waves, Booking the trees, or driving cloud on cloud Along the sharp edge of yon lofty crags, The agitated scene before his eye Was silent as a picture : evermore Were all things silent, wheresoe'er he moved.